Futurism today is led by science-fiction writers, by sociologists, by historians. Now, I have nothing against them. I'm sure they do great work. But they're not scientists. They're clueless.

All kids are born geniuses, but are crushed by society.

What is the universe? The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings...we are nothing but melodies. We are nothing but cosmic music played out on vibrating strings and membranes.

The human brain has 100 billion neurons, each neuron connected to 10 thousand other neurons. Sitting on your shoulders is the most complicated object in the known universe.

If you could meet your grandkids as elderly citizens in the year 2100 … you would view them as being, basically, Greek gods… that's where we're headed.

It's pointless to have a nice clean desk, because it means you're not doing anything.

Music is the voice of God traveling through ten-dimensional hyperspace.

What do oil company executives, vampires and NASA bureaucrats all have in common? They fear solar energy.

Common sense has no place in Quantum Mechanics.

I believe we exist in a multiverse of universes.

We have the media, which is such a waste in the sense that you can actually feel your IQ get lower as you watch TV.

All we are saying is give peace a chance.

Oscar Wilde said that sunsets were not valued because we could not pay for sunsets. But Oscar Wilde was wrong

Well, you know what, I'm 60 years old, and I've been interested in politics since I was on my daddy's knee. During the 1948 election, we were praying for Truman. I know a lot about politics.

Count no matron happy until she hath passed thirty, and hath not waxed fat.

All my actions have their rise in my inalienable love of mankind.

Should any man tell you that a mountain had changed its place, you are at liberty to doubt it if you think fit; but if any one tells you that a man has changed his character, do not believe it.

I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

And in some perfumes there is more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound.